Oh no. How could this be?! The war as managed to spread to all corners of the region! Yakao Mocha has finally given in. The madness needs to be stopped. A new Organization known as the Blue Morpho has been created and Yakao has become its leader. Their purpose to save those who need protection from the Mayhem. Yasi has announced if Koba doesn't surrender she will initiate Plan Monarch Striker! Koba refuses to Back down! All three world leaders are now at each others throats! What are we to do? What can we do?! Be on your toes! Don't let you guard down...the real war...has begun.

Potential (Aranis and Osiris)

Walking the length of the dried out river of Saidala, Osiris and Isis both decided it would be best to train themselves so they won't get rusty. Taking off his shirt and tying it around his head like a turban Osiris equipped his chakram as Isis was behind him crouching waiting for his order to strike. Within a moment of walking a Lugrim had appeared stopping Osiris and Isis dead in their tracks. Osiris slowly looked at Isis, “Ssst,” he would say as she darted passed him lunging at the Lugrim; claws out teeth bared. With an easy days work the long fell to the ground after about thirty minutes of battling. Isis was about to finish but Osiris immediately stopped her, “We are not here to kill. We are just training,” He walked away from the Lugrim with Isis tailing behind him. He stared down the dry river bed as a warm gust of air barged passed him.

Despite the notable heat of the air shimmering above the sand, the desolate riverbed's sand retained the temperature of night, cooling the skin of Aranis' nape as he reclined upon the cushioning sediment. Clouds whispered across his half view of the sky in a myriad of shades of blue and and white. Lacking the usual accompaniment of his many pets, a wry grin stretched across the lower half of his face, perhaps due to the lack of any stress causingly energetic, albeit lovable varmint. His gray Monarch military jacket not upon his shoulders, rather instead draped upon a nearby gnarled sapling jutting from the stagnant sand, Aranis lay flat upon the incline of the dried out bank, gazing up at the sky with his left leg casually crossed over his right. Extending his arms to his face with a cigarette in his left hand and Ifrit in his other, a small flame sparked out from the lighter for an instant, instilling a faint golden glow into the now molten tip of the cigarette. Ay, come on Aranis let’s actually do something. I’m so boooored, can’t we go burn down a building or somethin? Not now Ifrit, just learn to sit back and smell the roses. Returning the sulking lighter to his pant pocket, his left eye lazily followed the paths traced by bright fluffs of vapor across the sky. Exhaling softly, Aranis’ breath carried an ashen vapor with it, meandering towards the heavens in periodic puffs of smoke.

Isis began to growl as Osiris stopped his training to look at her, "What is it girl?" he said as he looked in the direction of where her attention was focused. He couldn't see anything, well from the bright sun light to the sweat dripping from his forehead into his eyes, it was hard making out what she sensed. Picking up his travel pouch he dug into it pulling a rag out wiping the remaining sweat from his brows. He pulled his shirt from his head and put it back on returning the items to his pouch as he walked in the direction Isis was headed. Osiris saw the figure of a man laying down sparking a cigarette. He made sure his Chakram were properly equipped just in case this man wasn't entirely friendly; as if Osiris is friendly. Isis ran to the man and began licking his face, it was rare for Isis to like anyone who wasn't Osiris but every once in a while she knows whose heart isn't full of corruption and whose brain hasn't been washed with lies. "Isis!" Osiris said just several feet away from the man, "Get off him now!" Isis stopped her licking frenzy. She only ever does that to let Osiris know that he doesn't have to fight...or to kill everyone he meets. Osiris knew she meant well, he is just extremely overprotective of her.

Both eyes closed in bliss. Suddenly. A distant thumping, resonating through the loosely packed sand. The rapid beat gained volume, yet failed to evoke any tension in the reclined body of Aranis. Wearily letting his left eye lid drift open and slowly roll towards the source of the pounding, Aranis observed the sight of a pulm bounding enthusiastically towards him. Not detecting any hostility, he reacted in a lackluster matter, pulling his cigarette out of harm's path as his face succumbed to a slobbery onslaught of beastly tongue. The barrage of saliva was concluded with muted command to halt, which came as quite a relief to Aranis who was far from being a fan of having his visage licked. Jerking his body forwards as he sat upright, Aranis’ free hand wiped his face, clearing the residue from its surface. In turn, the hand was then wiped upon the surface of his pant leg, clearing most slime from his skin. Returning the cigarette to its natural location, Aranis slowly exhaled a thin trickle of smoke. In a drawn out matter, Aranis rose to his feet with sand blowing lightly off his back, turning to acknowledge the newcomer. ”Well, I had not expected to be seeing anyone else about these parts today. What brings you to this dried out expanse, if it’s not to much for me to ask?”

As Isis finished introducing herself with her tongue she hauled it back to Osiris as he petted her. His eyes have been planted on Aranis as he didn't know if he should trust the man before him. Isis seemed to have liked him and he didn't at all get startled, especially with how deadly her venom is if she accidentally cut him with one of her fangs. When Aranis asked Osiris what brought him to come to Saidala Valley he at first didn't know if he should answer the question or not, but for the sake of being tired from training all day, some subtle conversation and relaxation time was definitely needed. Placing his Chakram beside him he slowly crouched down and sprawled his legs across the dusty ground beneath him. "I was training with my Pulm, Isis. I'm teaching her how to hunt and she is helping me train," He said as he pulled out a flask and guzzled it for a few before putting it back in his pouch.

"Ah, I see. I have a fair number of creatures myself though none are with me at the moment, so I understand the sentiment." His eyes scanning the stranger up and down, Aranis noted the Pulm’s toned form and the muscular physique of her owner. Observations gleaned from a passing glance in conjunction with the Regg’s own profession of being in the valley in order to train led Aranis to identify the man as likely being a warrior, such as himself, though he was uncertain of the fellow’s affiliation. Since the stranger was Regg, Aranis felt somewhat inclined towards avoiding instigating any manner of conflict with him, even though despite his best wishes, the desires of Ifrit had somewhat rubbed off on him, leaving him itching for a fight. Moving over to retrieve his military coat from where he had rested it upon a twisted young tree growing out of the dried sands earlier on in the day. With a flourish, Aranis placed the coat in it’s natural position, draped across his shoulders, turning and approaching the Regg with measured steps. ”Anyhow, far be it for me to interfere with your training, please carry on, I’m more than happy to move out of your way.” While presently the Regg seemed to be taking a break, Aranis wasn’t sure how long the break would take. Only a slight amount of irritation of having his moment of relaxed liberation stolen from him and a inclination to avoid walking to another location kept Aranis from leaving altogether. ”But if you’re taking a pause, I wouldn’t mind lingering a bit should you seek some company. The name’s Aranis, by the way, but you can feel free to call me Aran, most do.”